#burnout

apparently it doesn’t go away
time doesn’t heal
almost anything
not even rudimentary physical
wounds
it’s fear
the one that closes gaps
between worlds
of skin or thought
anxiety the one that burns

apparently nothing gets better
or worse
the sun still rises for some
but definitely not equally
and not for everyone
and hey
one day
it’ll surely explode
bored of its own burns

apparently letting go
equals freedom in some books
but so what,
what good does it do to know that
when you can’t or won’t
do away with the shackles
chocking your soul
which in turn
boisterously burns

apparently obsessing
over what you’ve lost
(mostly just most of your life)
and all that you can neither have
nor any longer hope that you
once might
on cold sunny days
converge in delusions of grandeur

and your feeling lost
or feeling numb (dumb)
makes absolutely no difference
none to anyone
when apparently
all autumn does
is burn